Friday, October 19, 2007

From Zoe

(Being fully aware that Jenny is tired and silly, Zoe has dictated the following post about her recuperation from illness.)

I look like a poodle. At the veterinary hospital, they shaved parts of my front legs, to stick things in me, and now they have no fur. This disturbs me greatly and I like to lick at them a lot. The fur has not grown back yet, despite all the time that I have spent licking them. My parents say they also look like wristwarmers, but regardless, I do not like them.

They also shaved my tummy, almost all of it, when they had to do an ultrasound on me. It is cold and bare now, and it would be silly to lick it all, to make the fur grow back. I am taking advantage of being able to curl into a little cat ball, to keep it warm.

I am very happy to be home now, and am taking great comfort in being able to nurse on my blanket-mommy. Blanket-mommy is an old fleece blanket that is on my parents' bed, and it feels like my cat-mommy. I am very close to it, and groom it too.

They are feeding me special cat food from the vet; I don't normally like wet food, but this stuff is alright. I'm also feeling well enough to drink from the sink again, which they didn't let me do at the hospital. My parents tell me that I have no parasites and am just recovering from a bad bout of gastritis. All I know was that my tummy hurt.

Finally, I would like to tell you all that I am being tortured daily. Daddy holds me swaddled in a big blue towel, and Mommy attacks me with a long syringe full of liquid medicine. I try to bite at it, a lot, but somehow Mommy gets it in my mouth and squirts the stuff down my throat. I have to take two different types of antibiotics (the second one is disgusting and I foam a little), plus a quarter-tablet of Pepcid each day. The Pepcid is by far the easiest part, since Mommy cuts it up and shoves it down my throat. She is very brave because I try to bite her fingers when she does that.

That is all. You may continue to worship me from afar, as I get better. There is a mouse on a string that's calling me...

(All further blog posts will be written by actual humans. Good night.)

Very, very cute. I have four cats and can COMPLETELY relate--as can my kitties. One of them ate a poinsettia once and the vet told us to give him (the cat, not the vet) hydrogen peroxide every 15 minutes. A good time was had by all, I assure you. (Not).

Your person-mommy said that all future blog posts will be written by humans. Don't let her stifle your creativity like that. We cats need to express ourselves, too!

By the way, when I was a kitten I used to nurse on my person-mommy's ear. I thought she was my real mommy because she and my person-daddy rescued me when I was only two weeks old. But when I grew up, I stopped the ear thing. Now I just like to cuddle with them a lot.

Zoe, I'm so glad you're feeling better! My kitties Teddy, Sammy and Cody all wish you well. They told me to tell you to ask your mommy to rub a little catnip on your blanket-mommy. My three fur babies all have their own catnip blankets with pockets to put the catnip in. They cuddle with their blankies in front of the fireplace every night (when they're not curled up on my husband's or my lap).

Wow, what an ordeal! Glad you're on the mend now. My girls, Chloe and Cleo send purrs, licks and headbumps in sympathy. Chloe says she too has been tortured by parents with syringes and liquid meds and hopes it ends for you soon.

Zoe, I'm glad that you're keeping your parents on their toes! My very fiesty kitty, Winston (who thinks he's five, when he's really 17 years old ((that's around 80 in human years)) sends you his best wishes for a full recovery!!